Electron With Extra Steps

MY ENTIRE PROGRAMMING LIFE HAS BEEN A LIE! 😱 Here I am thinking Rust is named after that horrifying orange corrosion that eats metal alive, with its edgy "memory safety" branding, but NOOOO—it's named after some obscure fungus?! And Python?! I spent YEARS believing it was named after those terrifying reptiles that squeeze the life out of their prey (just like Python code squeezes the life out of my CPU), but it's actually named after Monty Python?! The comedy group?! What's next? Is JavaScript actually named after someone's pet goldfish named "Java" who liked to follow "scripts" of swimming patterns?! I CAN'T EVEN TRUST PROGRAMMING LANGUAGE NAMES ANYMORE! 💀

The instant transformation from coding noob to "seasoned polyglot" is a sacred developer tradition. Copy-paste a "Hello World" example, struggle with the compiler for 20 minutes, then suddenly you're "proficient" in Rust on LinkedIn. The Squirtle squad here perfectly represents junior devs strutting into interviews with their resume listing 17 languages they've used exactly once. Meanwhile, hiring managers are desperately trying to find someone who actually knows how to reverse a linked list without Googling it first.

One brave Rust enthusiast standing alone against the massive horde of C and C++ programmers, boldly declaring "Yes, you all are wrong." It's basically the programming language equivalent of bringing a memory-safe knife to a buffer overflow gunfight. The audacity! The sheer confidence of that one Rust dev thinking their fancy ownership model and zero-cost abstractions will convince thousands of battle-hardened pointer-arithmetic veterans who've been manually managing memory since before Rust was a speck of oxidation on Graydon Hoare's keyboard.

BEHOLD! The sacred ritual of the unemployed coder! There they stand, fist raised dramatically to the heavens, as if writing "Hello World" in yet another language will somehow transform them from jobless keyboard warrior to tech billionaire overnight! The AUDACITY! The DRAMA! The sheer DELUSION that learning your 27th programming language will finally be the one that makes recruiters slide into your DMs! Meanwhile, their LinkedIn profile weeps silently in the corner as they ignore actual marketable skills to master printing text to a console in Rust. Revolutionary stuff, truly.

The eternal struggle of learning Rust in a nutshell. One week into Rust programming and you're already being interrogated by the borrow checker - this adorable orange crab (Ferris, the Rust mascot) hitting you with conditional logic that makes perfect sense to the compiler but breaks your brain. "If not friend, then why friend shaped?" is basically what your code says to the compiler when it refuses to compile despite looking perfectly valid to your sleep-deprived eyes. The borrow checker is simultaneously your strictest teacher and your most confusing nemesis.

Let's face it—no matter which programming language is your "baby," you're still a card-carrying member of Nerdville. Population: you and everyone else reading this. The only exception? MATLAB users who get the prestigious title of "engineer AND nerd." That extra badge doesn't make your code run any faster though, just means you paid more for your license. And poor FORTRAN devs are just "old and nerd"—like that vintage Star Wars t-shirt you refuse to throw away despite the holes. Still compiling on that machine from 1995, aren't you?